Back to rain Air becomes heavily laden but won’t let go of rain. Her back curved beneath harsh light with no tenderness to temper the lessons. His hands itched miles away with no direction but inward. They are so lost, it’s sort of beautiful. Share this:Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related